Thrown onto White Frost's back, Colin gripped the hilt of his sword tightly.
The beast beneath him struggled wildly, trying to throw the enemy off its back. But thanks to Oak Heart's efforts, it was doomed to fail, unable to escape or make any major moves.
GURGLE, GURGLE...
The force of its struggles caused the Giant Sword in Colin's hand to gouge the wound on White Frost's back ever wider.
Bloody froth bubbled from the wound. He could feel the beast's muscles tensing and releasing under him as it fought, and he could hear a sound like a drowning man choking on water.
'I must have pierced its lung!'
Colin gritted his teeth and held on to the hilt for dear life, struggling with all his might not to be thrown off.
White Frost's struggles grew weaker.
Finally, its body gave one last violent twitch, then went limp like a punctured ball, falling silent.
